Administrator Thufek,

The first thing one sees when they enter your Nevu Baelek, your Huaberil, is a young girl, no older than six, no younger than five, crucified, unconscious, beaten, starved, and thirsting. Withering away with nails hammered through her wrists and ankles.

How dare you? What monster could do such a thing to an innocent babe, among all, among anyone? You have ripped the wings from your Atavian slaves, torn the tails from the Rajamala. They are defeated, broken, too fearful to speak, and too fightened to even attempt assisting this child.

Earlier I spoke with you and you shunned me. Your Trollish guards were stoic and unresponsive. And so, I will give you time to make the right choice. Time to choose to free your slaves and release this girl from her cross. You are being offered Redemption here, and my suggestion is that you take it and become someone greater. Someone who can spread good.

Or you can subject both yourself and your guards to the fury of hammer, shield, and mace until the Underking grows bored of watching your souls pass through His Halls and claims them in permanency.

The choice is yours. Make it count, and allow me to free the child.

Zima Arcan

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 13th of Chakros, in the year 503 MA.